Note:All names have been changed ((besides mine)) to protect the identity of people who may not want their name on the net
Midnight Bus To J-Ville
Theres something about the darkness. Something that makes you long for the touch of others. As if the stars and the moon of the night are spraying feramones ((sp?)) everywhere. Making you fall in love or in lust, either way, you fall. And you fall hard. I must say that when I got on that nifty charter busI did not expect to leave with confused frustrated thoughts in my mind and an awkward situation hanging over my sholders. I suppose I brought it upon myself, mostly becuase I encouraged it insetead of trying to stop. Because I don't think it was all that bad of a thing and well...I was bored.
Let me set the mood for you. Charter Bus. Full of tired people. People sleeping or attempting to. A movie plays on the screens above. 3 kids, 2 girls and 1 boy, no where near falling asleep and goofing around all crammed into one row of 2 seats.
Now that I've set the mood let me continue with this drawn out ranting and give you a tidbit of information that perhaps instigated my flirtatious behavior.
Earlier on this trip before even getting on that bus to go home, we sat in an arena. Emily and I were making fun of Bobby calling him a man hoe becauce he already had a girlfriend but we could tell he was totally into Becky. So bobby kept telling us that he wasnt one when he finally just admitted "i'm not a hoe I just flirt alot" And we believed that at least. Seeing as how both me and Emily had been on the recieving end of that. Now many naughty comments and handholding later we were back on said awesome bus. The sun began to set and me & Emily giggled more at Bobby's hoe-dom and also frowned at the fact that our friend Lyndsey had not been on the recieving end of his flirtiness...ANYWAY I might as well get to the point of this rant
I let another guy get his hands under my shirt.
I suppose I should give out kudos to him becuase even though I was NOT wearing a bra he didn't take advantage of that by completely fondling my pathetic excuse for boobs. Though it did seem like he was going to cuse his hands creepd up higher on my boob itself.
I provoked him though so its okay. Emily had asked me if I would ever go out with him or just hook up with him after he illegedly "checked out my butt" as I walked down the bus then slapped it asI came back. I of course say I wasn't really looking for anything substantial so I would totally fool around with him. Well she ended up asking him the same thing and he had the same reply. So that was in the open. And that probably caused hormones to get a little outta control.
So right now. Me and Emily don't really know how to act. I guess I'll do the same thing I did with Jacob and put it behind me and act normally around him. Emily is just kinda weirded out because she was holding his hand for the longest time. ((also during the whole time he had his other hand up my shirt.)) It was fun no doubt. There was tons of laughing going on int hat one row of us. Kinda squished though so thats how Bobbys arms ended up wrapped under my waist and clasping Emilys hand who sat on my left. While his right hand ended up going up my shirt.
I had said something about "if your going to do something just pick a place and go" at his flopping hands that were smacking all around when we were doing something. Then I said how I was bored and I would leave while they had fun. And he looked at me the same way jacob did and asked me what I wanted him to do. I said whatever I dont care just do something cuase I'm bored. His hand found the waistband of my pants which I stopped it at. So up the shirt he ended up going.
Well I'm done ranting now. Thank goodness. It feels good to get that out somehwere and on paper((even if it is virtual paper))
Peaceageout.
